My interest in porn performing was largely spurred by the desire to have an avenue for indulging my 'low-concept' kinky fantasies. I’m still a fan of the 'high-concept' (simple ideas that can be succinctly explained in a sentence) but the opportunities to, say, have your self-worth consensually attacked while your head is flushed in a toilet are a lot more infrequent. That’s why Bullied at Home is a strong contender for my favorite film I’ve been in.
Let me back up. Long before I became the perverted hedonist I am today, I was a burgeoning young deviant with unrestricted internet access. Out of that access came the ability to form a broader perspective of the world from an early age, a skill for discerning truth from bullshit with relative ease, and a penchant for depravity. While today, spanking is the core component of my sexuality, it was originally the second kink I had come across that clicked with me.
The first? Wedgies.
One might assume that this kink arose from first-hand experience, but that would make far too much sense. The girl who loves being tormented you see before you was once a boy who had never been bullied in this manner, but was desperate to experience it. Wherever it was in pop culture I first encountered the concept of pulling one’s underwear up to cause discomfort and embarrassment, the end result was a teen who spent far too much time emulating the experience for herself.
Did you know I have a huge embarrassment kink? If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be telling you that I ripped at least a dozen pairs of underwear in middle school from giving myself wedgies hanging from the rafters of our garage. And I definitely wouldn’t be telling you that I once rode my bike around the park and high school near our house with a sign on my back reading “WEDGIE ME” in bold letters. The countless problems with this idea are left as an exercise to the reader.
It didn’t end there, of course. Just as wedgie fetishists and spankos share significant overlap, so do wedgie fetishists and swirlie fans.
For the uninitiated, a 'swirlie' is the act of pushing the victim’s head into the toilet bowl while flushing – another indignity I had never actually experienced, and thus took it upon myself to try out.
While these schoolyard kinks inserted themselves into my psyche at a young age, it took a lot longer to be able to see and articulate the compelling threads that run between them. Namely, strong desires to be humiliated, bullied, and made to feel like the pathetic little girl that I am.
Over time (and especially since having started hormones this past February), those themes have further intensified and coalesced into the primary variety of scenarios I now fantasize about: extremely edgy scenes with plenty of mind-fucking, where the masochism is both physically and emotionally heavy.
That bring us to Bullied at Home. This scene was a chance for me to satisfy those sorts of desires, with the delightfully sadistic bully role filled by the amazing Nimue Allen. Pandora came up with the “threatening to get kicked out of your foster home” spin, which genuinely got me wet the first time I heard it.
I couldn’t have asked for a more safe and comforting environment to be able to get into that sort of dark headspace in, and I hope you’ll agree that the end result is as hot to watch as it was to film!